I had the detachment of over-thinking
meet up with
the detachment in over-thinking.
it’s as if forensics and philosophicals got together,
which ever,
to figure out who works for whom.
so they meet for coffee of the mind.
I own the café of their existence.
I come in early
to make the blends for both of them
to sip and soothe.
self-friendliness can be a getaway experience
even unto oneself or so it seems.
cleanup on aisle three or nine
was not needed today.
neither were there any superficials
or pleasantries needs to be exchanged.
like old friends,
they sat in a corner
by a window
worldly looking out.
their talk and listen
created background melodies.
this whole place in me
is a witness protection facility.
we, as the we of me,
pride ourselves on effortlessness
in service to a sense of self as loved.
we are conveniently located on the crossing corners
of paradox and predicament.
it is a drive-by for some
and a daily for other parts of me.
condiments not necessary for these two.
we are all like family now when we meet.
today will have journey.
glad we had this time.
they both seem freed up.
step by step,
each in their own inner demeanor
of way . . .
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